A/N: futuristikluvr on tumblr prompted Blind!Blaine. Idk. enjoy?
It's hard, sometimes. Kurt feels awful about thinking that way, feels selfish, because obviously it must be harder for Blaine - he's the one who can't see, after all. Nevertheless, it is hard for Kurt. He's a visual person. He obsesses over how his clothes and hair and bedroom look constantly, he learned to dance by watching his friends and old musicals - he believes in what he can see. And though he's always known than Blaine is blind, his heart breaks for Blaine all over again every time he wants to show Blaine something, a new outfit or a photo, and realizes that he can't see it.
Dating a blind boy makes you think, is all. Kurt wonders, often, how Blaine can fall for someone without knowing how they look, as shallow as that might make him seem. Is it something about Kurt's voice that attracted him? It's just hard for Kurt to understand, and Blaine - well, Blaine doesn't know anything different, and he doesn't understand why Kurt is so baffled.
Somehow they still manage to make it work, and Kurt wouldn't trade his boyfriend for anything. Well, that's not exactly true. Kurt thinks he could live without Blaine if it meant Blaine could see.
In contrast (and this may seem obvious, but to Kurt it's intriquing) Blaine is a very tactile person. He chooses his clothes by their texture, not their color (resulting in some amazing and some hideous combinations). He's content to spend hours exploring every single inch of Kurt's body with his lips and hands until he must have the feel of it memorized. Blaine craves touch from everything and everyone, but especially Kurt, and he is happy to give it.
They don't get many chances to an empty house, but when they do they take advantage of it, and after the first of the (depressingly few) times they made each other come, Blaine had held him after, his strong hands still caressing Kurt's skin. They hadn't planned on having sex that afternoon but neither of them complained. "You sounded amazing," he'd murmured sleepily. "Wish I could have seen you, too."
If Blaine had noticed Kurt crying then, he hadn't said anything.
"Do you wonder what I look like?" Kurt asks one day. It takes Blaine a long time to answer, staring at a spot just above Kurt's head as he thinks about it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"
"Sort of," Blaine interrupts. "But, I mean - I don't really know what I'm supposed to be imagining, since I've never been able to see. So I guess I wish I knew, but I can't exactly wonder about it."
"Yeah." Kurt idly strokes his thumb over the back of Blaine's knuckles. He swallows. "I don't think I could bear it," he says quietly. "Not being able to see you."
"Sometimes when you sing, it's like your voice paints a picture of you in my mind. It's beautiful. I wish I could tell you what it looks like." Blaine says wistfully. "Why are you asking me this?"
Kurt shrugs, then remembers that Blaine can't see that. "I just… I can't help but think that you wouldn't like me, much, if you could see me. Because you wouldn't think I'm handsome, or pretty, or whatever."
Blaine looks so baffled. It's the most precious thing Kurt has ever seen. "Does that matter?"
"To most people it does."
Blaine reaches out until his fingers find Kurt's face, and Kurt closes his eyes as Blaine brushes his fingertips over the contours of his cheekbones, the tip of his nose, the arc of his eyebrows and his soft lips. He only remembers to breathe when Blaine lets his hands drop away.
"You're beautiful." He says, so completely sure of his words, and Kurt feels a lump rise in his throat as he wonders how he got so lucky. "You're my boyfriend, and I love you, and I know you're beautiful." He smiles, beaming so brightly he lights up the world, and Kurt smiles too, because he can't help it. "I don't need more than that."